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[narcjsistx]

— life is better being a girl dad, just ask sae <3

If there was something you loved about yourself, it was your independence. If there was one thing your husband hated about you, it was precisely that independence

Sae loved knowing that you were so proud of yourself, so stable on your own, so determined to shine by yourself. He was always the first to admit that the people who manage to get back up on their own were the best, and you were absolutely one of them. He hated your independence because it was the only thing that took you away from him and your daughters on his few days off. In a few words, he hated your job

As stoic as the Sae Itoshi known to the global football audience was, in your honest opinion, he was the perfect definition of a “girl dad”. He had never shed a tear in his life, but he had no problem crying at the birth of both of his daughters, who were only two years apart. Getting pregnant the first time was unplanned, the result of the night after Real’s victory against PxG. It happened so quickly that you only truly realized what had happened, what was growing inside you, when you found out the baby’s sex. Sae had always said in the past that he had a slight preference for a son, but he had to change his mind when he held his daughter in his arms for the first time: from his unexpected soft gaze, you understood that he was destined to have daughters. Coincidentally, also the second pregnancy gave you a daughter, 2 years later

If there was one thing you hated about your husband, it was his inability to say no. If there was one thing your husband loved about himself, it was being so accommodating to them

Coming home after 10 consecutive hours in an office isn’t always the best, but it’s what makes you happy. You’re about to open the front door when you hear a faint scream, presumably from the youngest of the girls, that sounds like she’s being lifted up. The scene before your eyes is one you’ve seen many times before, but it surprises you every time: Sae wearing a fuchsia shirt, a little crown on his head, and a very special makeup on his pale face. The youngest is on his shoulders, while the older one is busy correcting, or rather, intensifying, the lipstick smudges mistakenly put on his cheeks. You sigh, thinking that even like this, he still seems like the most handsome man in the world to you

“Mom!” the girls shout as they see you, and you pick up the older one, kissing her cheeks before moving to the younger. Sae comes closer to plant a kiss on the tip of your nose, leaving a green smudge from his makeup. You raise an eyebrow at the scene but smile “Are they tiring you out?” you ask, but he shakes his head “What tires me more is watching Leonardo Luna run back and forth across the field without any real reason” he says, and you chuckle. The younger one tugs at her father’s hair, but he doesn’t bat an eye as he takes the coat you had draped over your arm “Are you tired?” he asks, and you nod “A little. But I think you’ve had a worse day than me” you say sarcastically, and he chuckles “Worse only because you weren’t here. Have you already quit your job?” he asks

There was no doubt he had become more clingy after the birth of the first child. Stoic, handsome, clingy. Such a good combo

“I don’t think that will happen anytime soon” you reply, and he sighs “What do I have to do to have a little time for myself?” he asks, almost seriously annoyed, which amuses you. You kiss his cheek, placing a hand on his neck “I have one or two ideas. But I think it’s better if you put the girls to bed first” you say, and the flash in his eyes confirms he absolutely understands what you mean. He may be a girl dad, one of those rare guys who actually cancels important commitments just to attend their school plays, but he remains the man you married

Half an hour later, when you're practically asleep on your bed, two strong arms pull you back. As you yawn, you feel Sae's chest tighten you, while small kisses trail down the back of your neck “An idea or two?" he asks again, and you nod “You know, we could try for a boy. Since you always said you wanted one” you say trying to amuse him, but the only result is him leaning on top of you, moving his hand further and further up your chest and breast “Nah, just daughters. But I wouldn't mind having you to myself for a bit tonight”

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✶ beautiful dividers by @hyuneskkami !!

✶ tag of my girls: @megumismyhusband ; @thetwinkims

[narcjsistx]

hey so thats me 😝

Airy's Hive !!

── welcome to the hive ! these are my sweetest bees ( aka: meet my mutuals ! )

𓇢𓆸 @ohagiyoo / ohagi ── pirate bee

𓇢𓆸 @sevarchive / nat ── scholar bee

𓇢𓆸 @sunathetuna / amoola ── perceptive bee

𓇢𓆸 @vyzoi ── romance bee

𓇢𓆸 @starglow-xx / star ── tidy bee

𓇢𓆸 @cryinggirlnamedhelen / helen ── enjin bee

𓇢𓆸 @narcjsistx / maya ── genius bee

𓇢𓆸 @thetwinkims / nikki ── reblogging bee

𓇢𓆸 @megumismyhusband / @riuvy / riu ── yeehaw bee

𓇢𓆸 @angelrins / angie ── rainy day bee

𓇢𓆸 @sinsxo / cherry ── sweetie bee

𓇢𓆸 @yoichiin / lu ── isagi lover bee

𓇢𓆸 @kumasakka / nano ── fine shyt bee

𓇢𓆸 @chrryhrt / jen ── starry bee

𓇢𓆸 @mifvyfilms / vy ── controversial bee (JK) lover bee

𓇢𓆸 @ceristelle / cynthia ── whimsical bee

and ofc, your queen...ME !! jk

anyway! everyone, please welcome your lovely 16 worker bees (possibly more to come !! )

[narcjsistx]

OKAY SERIOUSLY WHAT’S GOING ON WITH THE BLUELOCK FANDOM WHERE ARE YOU ALL

is it just me who, apart from the posts of my friends/moots, see absolutely nothing recently?

on every app there’s a drama going on

tiktok: the issue of the editor of karasu and the editor who was with a minor

x/twitter: the racial situation unleashed by the new character and THAT theory about sae

tumblr: zero news

guys whattaffuck 😭😭😭

[narcjsistx]

Like anon said except how do i become moots with you 😥

heyy !! maybe you can send me a private message or just comment below here 🫶

[narcjsistx]

ive followd u for months even started writing just to get ur attention ans still no fb 😔😔 #lostallhope💔

NO WAIT IM SO SO SORRY PLEASEEEE send me some of your posts, ill be very happy to read them!! im so sorry pookie 💔💔

[narcjsistx]

— you and sae suck at being exes :(

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

✶ beautiful dividers by @hyuneskkami !!

when — three months ago — you came to the decision to stop living together and, at the same time, to break up, you naively thought you were closing a chapter of your life that had lasted a year. things just weren’t working anymore — and the arguments had led to a decision agreed upon by both of you

for him, it was his very first relationship. for you, the first after a highly toxic ex. sae wasn’t the best with words, but during that year together, he managed to show you the kind of love your previous ex never could. all good things come to an end

what a foolish thought.

sae never liked going to parties — he preferred waiting for you outside and taking you home once you were drunk. not even two weeks after your breakup — on your first night out with your girl friends after days of melancholy — the first person to catch your eye in the club was a redhead you knew all too well. not even an hour after walking into the club, you were already sitting at the bar with a drink he had bought you

“why are you here tonight?”

“i should be asking you that. you always told me you hated parties”

“im just here to unwind”

“is that a nice way of saying you’re looking for someone to spend the night with?”

“no, if that were the case, i would’ve just called your number”

a month after the breakup, you were already back at his place — the one you used to share every day not so long ago. sae just wanted to show you how he had turned your former walk-in closet into a room full of his trophies. you’re not quite sure how you ended up on his lap, covered in an absurd amount of kisses from his lips, but… these things happen, don’t they?

“you said you’d only offer me a coffee, not a make out session”

“you promised me a lot of things that didn’t exactly go as they should have during a year of being together. now we’re even”

two months after the breakup, you were cheering for him at the final of a european championship. sae had explicitly said he would’ve liked to see you in the stands — but due to an issue with booking flights, he hadn’t been able to get you a ticket. even though you told him you wouldn’t come, you booked the first available flight. you hadn’t made your breakup public yet, so the pass you used to have to access the VIP section of the stands still got you in without any trouble, fortunately

it didn’t take long for him to notice you. just one glance was enough for him to realize that maybe you, like him, regretted how things had turned out. the best encouragement, though, came during halftime — when he kissed you in front of the stadium. it had happened once before in the past, but now that you technically weren’t together anymore, it hit differently

“you shouldn’t have done that”

“but i wanted to”

“i still think you shouldn’t have”

“are you speaking with your head or your heart?”

“with the awareness that we haven’t been a couple for months”

“i’ve faced worse defeats. at least this isn’t a group stage match, i can still win you back”

three months later, you were on the front page of the leading gossip magazine for international soccer players. a photo of you — wearing a diamond ring on your finger and the brightest smile you’d had in months — was shining on the cover. the video had gone viral: sae had posted it on his main profiles, using the excuse of returning a box of your old things… only to hide a ring inside. the video showed him clearing his throat, dropping to one knee, and asking the question

the one that, in truth, had been the real reason you broke up in the first place. the arguments had actually started because he had sarcastically said he’d never want to spend the rest of his life with you, but from there, other problems began to surface

if all it took to realize just how obsessed your man really was with you was leaving him for a few months, you probably would’ve done it sooner. as much as sae was the definition of ‘idgaf’ it had only taken seeing you chatting for less than five minutes with another man that night — just two weeks after the breakup — for him to start planning all of this

[narcjsistx]

— 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐒 | ft sae itoshi

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

✶ beautiful dividers by @hyuneskkami !!

liked by @realofficialclub, @shidouryusei and other 125K

@saebbg: omg his girlfriend is so lucky 🫠

@realbiggestfan: SAE I CAN BARK IF YOU WANT

@yourfavgymbro: this year’s goal: get a body like his 💪

@saeitoshimybf: no woman deserves this (except me)

saehubby 🩷

you: im sorry, THAT PHOTO??

you: i had to wait months for a photo from the gym, and your fans got one that easily?

you: just tell me to kms atp 💔

you: i hate my gf aaah boyfriend

saehubby 🩷: you’re just being dramatic.

saehubby 🩷: and i don’t hate you.

you: so why did you post that photo if you always say you hate social media 🤨🤨

saehubby 🩷: the hotel staff was honestly really nice this time. and also a lot of fans came for watch the game.

you: the entire staff ORRR just a girl??

you: because the photo was very 🫠 yknow what i mean

saehubby 🩷: you’re jealous?

saehubby 🩷: and of course no, you’re the one for me. you know that very well, mi vida.

you: yeah… sure… no another girl…

you: just a random photo, right?

liked by @iiitoshi.sae, @narcjsistx and other 109K

@yourfavgirlie: BODY SO TEA THAT THE BRITISH ARE COMING

@iloveynandsae: sometimes i dunno if i want to be her bf or her. love you girl 🫶 GO GIRL GIVE US A CHANCE

@blessedbymooon: you posted this after the one of sae? gosh girl if i were him id be insanely jealous of my gf 🙂‍↕️

@forthegirlsss.xoxo: im begging you, turn lesbian, i can’t go on without you 🫠🫠🫠💗💗💗

saehubby 🩷

saehubby 🩷: god, i hate it when you mess with my head like this.

saehubby 🩷: when you only do it to get on my nerves or make me jealous.

saehubby 🩷: isn’t that my shirt? the one i wore last time when i was talking to the japanese soccer director?

saehubby 🩷: you’re fucking beautiful.

you: you’re just being dramatic

saehubby 🩷: dont you love it when i get all dramatic just for you?

you: maybe

[narcjsistx]

You can’t believe you’ve ended up in a situation like this — one you’ve experienced so many times in the past and now, ironically, are reliving because of your son. Aiku, your husband, doesn’t seem the slightest bit bothered by it, even after the various looks he’s gotten from you and your three daughters

“I don’t want you texting multiple girls at the same time, Felix” you say while holding one of the little girls in your arms, unaware of what’s really going on due to her young age. Your son — an exact copy of his father in every way, just younger — doesn’t seem particularly concerned, typing on his phone as he mutters “Jeez, don’t worry so much…”

“Come on, doll. It’s not like he’s going to marry any of them. He’s young. What kind of trouble can a fourteen year old really get into?” he says, ruffling his son’s hair — who clearly shows he agrees with his father. You turn to him, surprised by his words, raising an eyebrow “Oh, you’re right. Who’s the idiot that actually marries one of them?” you ask sarcastically, deliberately drawing attention to the ring that’s bound you together as a married couple for years. Aiku moves his hand from his son’s head to yours, lifting it to his lips to place a kiss on the back of it “Well, I was older” he says in his defense, scooping up the other two little girls in his arms

“You were 20”

“Which is older than 14”

“That still doesn’t justify him being a cheater at a young age”

You sigh in exasperation, taking your son’s phone and noticing the chats with several girls from his school. He doesn’t seem the least bit nervous — if anything, it’s his calmness that frustrates you the most. It feels like you’re reliving the early months of your relationship with Oliver: you had known perfectly well about his past, but for a mix of reasons, you’d fallen for him anyway. You used to check his phone often at the beginning, driven by the fear of finding messages with other girls — but strangely, with you, that never happened. Somehow, you had made it so deeply into the heart of Japan’s national team captain that he ended up marrying you, and together, you built a life — a family with four children

But apparently, old habits die hard.

“Don’t give me that attitude, Felix” you say, staring at him sternly. He just shrugs, looking to his father for support — though Aiku knows all too well that anything he says now will only drag his own less-than-stellar past into the conversation. One of the little girls toddles over to her brother, gently tugging at his cheek with affection, and that’s when the idea hits you

You know for a fact how protective both Aiku and Felix are of the girls — how they see them as the most important women in their lives, right alongside you. A small, knowing smile curves your lips “You know what? Go ahead, do whatever you want” you say casually, watching him relax for a split second — until you add “But just imagine… what if one of your sisters ended up with someone like you? Would you be okay with that?” you ask it sweetly, but with unmistakable satisfaction, knowing exactly where the question will land

Both Felix and Oliver flinch, their reactions almost comically in sync, while the little girls giggle — blissfully unaware of the weight behind your words. You can see the tension immediately settle over them, confusion and unease flickering in their eyes as they process the thought. Aiku is the first to speak, his voice a bit low “I’d be annoyed. Deeply annoyed”

“Mom, it’s different…”

“It’s not different. Those girls are someone else’s daughters”

You smile, satisfied, knowing you’ve hit the mark. If logic won’t make him see reason, blackmail surely will

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[narcjsistx]

can I request a maya x riu x nano ??? like enemies to enemies or smth??? 🥰🥰

@kumasakka @riuvy

[narcjsistx]

Have you ever played blox fruits with your life on the line? while having a BUNCH of mangos in your mouth? huh, well this is called dark mango psychology, now in dark mango psychology, you realize the mangos aint just normal mangos, they are DARK, and when you eat a mango, you realize that the seratonins inside of the mangos, go into your brain, and then when it enters your brain till it reaches the membrane, it activates something inside of it, you start to look at people like seeds, seeds waiting to get sprouted, seeds waiting to enter your tummy, and when that happens, you realize... that you're somewhere DEEP, somewhere very DEEP, somewhere you dont want to be, wanna guess where that is? BLOX FRUITS SECOND SEA.

im wondering what happened to “hello” and “how are you?” but i appreciate rin’s reference

[narcjsistx]

oh no, i won’t sink with my boat 💔 all my posts are flopping and im tempted to quit the app (jk) (maybe not) BUT REALLY WHY GUYS 😔😔

[narcjsistx]

— 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝

ও kaiser micheal x fem!reader, a small drabble

ও warnings: scenes of violence described in detail. if you think you can’t read it don't worry, stay safe <3

ও 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

It is said that the blood of royalty is blue. In the few fairy tales Michael heard as a child — probably from some episodes aired for free on the TVs on sale in Berlin — this trait stood out in all the great stories. It was a symbol meant to show superiority over the common people, a characteristic that marked the main difference between someone of high rank and someone who could barely write their own name, or even the alphabet

Kaiser was a royal, a title he had taken on from the very beginning of his soccer career, and one that had undoubtedly shaped his character. Wherever news of his existence appeared, the nickname “God’s Chosen Emperor” shone beside his given name. Everything that could be used to describe a royal were adjectives that could also be used to describe the striker of Bastard München: arrogant, radiant, also extremely charismatic, but above all, powerful

Kaiser’s blood had always been blue.

And yet, what he now sees on his hands is red — just like one of a common person, a plebeian. Crimson red, vivid, pulsing

The scene before him is that of a emperor — something that proves just how powerful he is. You’re at his feet, your face bloodied and badly damaged, your breathing so faint that a doctor would probably mistake you for dead all the same. The pool of blood spreading across the floor looks like something out of a crime scene, with the only difference being that Kaiser knows you’re not dead. You never give in to his punches, no matter how much they leave you nearly unrecognizable. It’s as if you were made to come close to death — only by his hand

Once again, you forced him to do it — he never wants to go this far. You came closer, even after he clearly told you to leave the room, driven by the naive belief that you could stop him from choking himself after watching the replay of the match he lost this afternoon. He had no choice but to grab your arm and hurl you against the wardrobe when you tapped his shoulder and whispered that you could help him — that you were there, and that losing the match didn’t reduce his talent

He never wants things to go this far — especially when, as he hits you, the scabs from the last beating are still fresh. No matter how much harder he goes each time, it’s never strong enough to push you away, you that are his lovely empress

He went too far this time — probably more than ever before. He didn’t even stop when you screamed that you couldn’t breathe, an excuse that sometimes works. He kept hitting you like he couldn’t do to the members of the opposing team today, until he slammed you against the mirror, which shattered into a thousand pieces — many of them still stuck in your back. He beat you so badly that after nearly an hour his arms begged him for mercy from exhaustion, for a break

He dragged you, hit you with his own hands and with the lamp on your bedside table, threw you against the walls. Maybe he even strangled you for a few seconds, but he doesn't remember it clearly — perhaps because of the blindness caused by the moment. All he knows is that your blood has stained his hands — yours, mixed with his. There’s no trace of blue, only red, no a trace of the characteristic of royalty

No matter how hard he tries, his gaze can’t lift from the sight of his hands. Maybe he’s afraid to see himself in the mirror for what he really is, or maybe because the recent scene — the one he believes was just his imagination — has proof of being real right there, on him. No matter how much he’s trembling, all he feels is an overwhelming emptiness

Emptiness. The same emptiness that followed him through most of his childhood, that shaped him into what he might be today — a monster. The same emptiness he felt every time his father saw his actions as nothing but mistakes. The same emptiness he felt every time his father made him what you are now, almost dead. An emptiness that never really left him

His body almost forces him to lift his gaze, as if he truly has to face himself and see what he’s become. But the figure he sees in the few shards of mirror still intact isn’t that of a young man in his twenties, fit, with long blond hair and some blue. The only person he sees is the one who, for years, made him promise himself he would never become like him

In the mirror Kaiser doesn’t see Michael. He sees his father.

As much as he wants to deny it, he knows better than anyone how the nature of the man who destroyed him runs alive in his own corrupted veins. The more he tries to distance himself from him — from the memory of his past life — the more he becomes a copy of everything he’s always hated, a copy of him

As much as Kaiser tries to deny it, he knows he’s the lowest of the low — the most plebeian of all plebeians in the world

The blue he longs for so deeply is — and will only ever be — the one he takes from you each time. Because you are the perfect embodiment of royalty, something he will never be: willing to do anything for your people, but above all, for him

[narcjsistx]

SENDOU NAPOLETANO FORZA NAPOLI UAGLIÙ con la consapevolezza che pochi mi capiranno 💔

he Neapolitan ‼️

[narcjsistx]

MAYA I'm sorry i deleted my blog on accident (so silly..) can we be moots again..?

HOW DID YOU DELETE THE ACCOUNT WTF (and my favorite series…) AND OFC SURE I WOULD LOVE TO BE MOOTS 🫶🫶

[narcjsistx]

ive never written a violent scene, where someone gets beaten up, but im so desperate to write something about kaiser x "like him" that maybe i could write something angst 😔

[narcjsistx]

Sae Itoshi has always believed that having a phone isn’t something that could really change his life

Sure, he knows that social media promotion matters — he’s perfectly aware that every match needs to be documented online if he wants the usual boost in views and virality. At the same time, he doesn’t quite get why so many of his teammates spend so much time glued to a screen — so invested in content that can range from a dog wearing a hat and singing, to a movie clip paired with someone slime

Since getting his first phone at the age of 12 — when he had to leave Japan — to now, nearly 19 years old, he’s only ever had two phones. He’s never understood the hype around social media, the need to always reply quickly, the idea of spending so much time on something so pointless, something that definitely won’t help him win the Champions League

All of that — until you showed up in his recent chats. If before he always kept his phone on Do Not Disturb mode, with calls allowed only from his manager, now the only notifications he keeps on are the ones linked to your messages and social media accounts. He could be in the middle of training, fresh off a round of blasting shots into the net — if he hears your notification, it only takes seconds before he replies

It doesn’t matter if it’s a silly message about how you had blueberry yogurt, or a video of cats hugging — it matters to him because it’s from you. Just the thought that you wanted to tell him something like that, maybe just to get a little bit of his attention, is enough for him to stop everything and give you what you deserve, even if it’s just through a simple message

Whenever you post a story or a post, the first like and comment always come from him. He doesn’t care about looking obsessed — because, truth is, he is — and his cool, nonchalant facade completely falls apart when it comes to you

If before his Instagram profile was completely managed by his manager and a few other collaborators, now Sae takes care of it a little more himself. Among the various highlighted stories, one now stands out that is entirely dedicated to you — where a series of shots show you as the perfect girl for him. Those photos are the only ones he has truly approved, since it was his own finger that pressed “post” and not his manager’s

If before he was the one telling his teammates to put their phones away when the whistle blew to end the break, now he’s the one being told off. Sae Itoshi hates being away from his phone, but especially from you — you’re the reason he changed his mind about phones, social media and messages

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[narcjsistx]

hey bbg

guess who went out and touched grass today (me!! i went on a 16 km hike)

HEYYY PRETTY BBG

i didn't touch any grass today unfortunately, just packets of junk food 🫩 BUT IM PROUD OF YOUU

and 16km ?? WOW. i could prolly NEVER